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Breaking the hand brake!

"You know I just cannot drive," said I.

"Of course!" said Ziii.

"Why did you say of course with so much confidence ha? Why that smirk?" asked I.

"It is simple really. You can't drive because you are a woman!" said Ziii.

"But I know women who drive well! My sister drives well," said I indignantly!

"Yeah, you are saying this. Be happy!" said Ziii.

This was our conversation while at a remote CCD. I say remote because Ziii was lost once and we had to ask a few people to get there. Anyways, I am talking about driving. I cannot drive. I did learn though...

My sister has started taking the car for a few errands here and there. She once drove me back home. I must say she is a confident driver. So in the past week, she decided that dad leave the car home so that she could take her girlfriends to the Worli Sealink. Dad somehow agreed [I am still bewildered at this thought!].

Ok the girls took forever to arrive at our place and I decided that they would drop me till the main road. So we took off. The car was parked inside. Manu enters from the drivers seat and we plop behind. And...the hand brake wont budge!

Manu: "Hmmmm...nnnnnn...come on...aare yaar! Ufff [pants and puffs]"

Pal 1 to pal 2:" Can't you see her size [manu is almost size zero]? Usko strength nahi hai! Pull the hand brake!"

Pal 2: "Yeah I am on it."

I am still sitting quietly. I am sweating now. Ten minutes have passed. The hand break remains jammed. Our lift man is grinning. WTF?

Pal1 to Pal 2" "Don't pull like that! You will break it!!!" I think by then I had already had a panic attack.

Pal 2: "Yeah I know...I broke the hand brake of my car! Hahahaha!" WTF? Her hand brake what? I had totally panicked now and was perspiring!

Manu:" Lets call the Lift man! [calling him] Aapko hand brake kheechne ata hai?" Bad choice. He did not know a thing!

Manu: "Arre rehno do aap! Bloody he will break it!"

All this while nobody was looking at me. I am glad cause I couldn't be of any help. I kept thinking that any moment with all the pulling, beating and tugging at the hand brake, it would come off! Then who would call dad? Damn! I was petrified. Sigh...

Another ten minutes and I couldn't take it. I had to go! So I was like I am taking a rick, keep me posted!

Nobody said bye and I slipped away silently. I never got a call. Figured the hand brake gave in or they gave up on the car. But they finally did go to Worli seaface and that too Manu drove at the speed of 80! Whoa...

We have a vada pav shop in front my building and finally, the owner pulled the hand brake! Phew...


  1. panting n puffing 2 pull a hand :)

  2. lol... at least u enjoyed the vada pav :)

  3. :) did they click any pics of the worli sea link on their ride?

  4. I have three things to say... Ha! doesn't that sound grand... Rather... I have an opinion, a rationale and a story...

    1. Opinion - Women ARE generally bad drivers.

    2. Rationale - Now, this isn't me... this is a friend of mine, who of course, is a lady, trying to explain why woman make bad drivers

    Friend: "Well, women are generally versatile and multi-functional by nature... hence they cant focus on any one thing... their mind processes multiple things at one time... hence they cant do something like driving which requires a very linear thought process...

    Me: ROTFL

    3. Story (true story): A lady friend is driving her fathers car, with her mother sitting beside her. They are coming back from a shopping expedition. They take a turn. One of those random blokes with a death wish rushed across the road, trying to cross it or die. My friend sees him well in advance and of course she can avoid him. She hits the brakes hard. Only... she misses... and hits the accelerator....

    Bottom line: Women make bad drivers...


  5. woman are not bad drivers..they drive people nuts.hey hey jus joking...:)

  6. I wouldn't say that women make bad drivers.. A close friend of mine does awesome stunting on 2 wheels !!! Can u beat tht...

    But a puny lil hand brake ruining the fun.. aaw !! :) But i betcha the vada pav wud have made up for it .. Wink Wink...

  7. @ Anonymous

    Got it!

    @ blunt edges

    Yeah you should have been there! It was funny!

    @ Arv

    No! No vada pav just the shop owner came over to help!

  8. @ Mihir

    Check Mumbai photo blog. Few pics I have put up!

    @ As the Mind Meanders

    OK. Maybe majority of the women make bad drivers but there are a few exceptions!

    @ R. Ramesh

    You have an interesting take on this!

    @ Ashwin Kumar B

    sure the vada pavs are too good! But they did not eat any!

    @ eye-in-sty-in

    Yes! Chaos makes for comedy!

  9. All's well thats ends well.. or so they say :)

    Read ur blog for the first time.. Wil surely keep comin bak..

  10. vada pav wala saves da day!!!

    a vadapav a day...prevents da handbrake to break!!!

  11. Hi!

    Its my first time here.

    Must say your self-introduction to the blog is irresistible. Attitude by the truck-load.

    I do remember the time I was wondering why my brother's Zen was moving like it was down with flu, while all the while there was this little lever I should've pulled. My brother to date doesn't know who did his handbrake in!


  12. Hello... where have you gone missing...

  13. hey had missed this post of yours. Its been posted long back I see..wondering how come i missed it? Anyways gotta read it today. It was fun and really the vada pav must have helped curb the anger

  14. Women are not bad drivers at all, they are more cautious perhaps.
    I learned to drive before my brother did, though he was older. And I was an excellent driver. Still am. In India, you see more men driving than women.Thats the reason why people generalize.
    Incidentally, all the accidents that you read about in the papers have been caused by men, so does it say that men are bad?
    This one is like saying women are bad at physics.


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